Cactus and Rattlers
By H. Bedford-Jones and John Betancourt
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Sidewinder Crowfoot and his men are up to some shady business out west with mines and prospecting, and it's up to George Beam—best known to his friends as Sagebrush Beam—to untangle the mess before the shooting starts for real.
An action-packed Western tale as only the "King of the Pulps" could tell it! Includes a new introduction by John Betancourt.
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Cactus and Rattlers - H. Bedford-Jones
Table of Contents
CACTUS AND RATTLERS
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CACTUS AND RATTLERS
H. BEDFORD-JONES
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
Copyright © 2021 by Wildside Press LLC.
Edited and modernized text copyright © 2021 by Wildside Press LLC.
Introduction copyright © 2021 by John Betancourt.
Published by Wildside Press LLC.
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INTRODUCTION
Henry Bedford-Jones (1887-1949) was a Canadian-born author. Born in Napanee, Ontario, his family moved to the United States when he was a teenager, where he became a naturalized citizen. After being encouraged to try writing by his friend, writer William Wallace Cook, Bedford-Jones began writing dime novels and short stories. He soon discovered he had a real talent for it, and he rose quickly through the ranks of pulp magazine writers to become one of the most successful of the era.
He wrote quickly and to order in every genre imaginable. His clean, smooth prose worked equally well for South Seas adventures, historical tales set in Asia and Europe, Westerns, contemporary fiction, mysteries—and even fantasy and horror. He was famous for writing multiple stories on multiple typewriters at the same time, moving from one typewriter to the other as the mood struck.
His speed and work ethic made him one of the most prolific authors of his day, and he published more than 1,200 short works and around 200 novels that we know of. More are probably waiting to be discovered in the pulp magazines, which have never been fully indexed and catalogued. His many magazine markets included Blue Book, Adventure, All-Story Weekly, Argosy, Short Stories, Top-Notch Magazine, The Magic Carpet, Golden Fleece, Ace-High Magazine, People's Story Magazine, Hutchinson's Adventure-Story Magazine, Detective Fiction Weekly, Western Story Magazine, and even the legendary Weird Tales.
Because he published primarily in ephemeral magazines rather than books, his name faded quickly after his death, and today he is remembered mainly by pulp magazine fans and collectors. However, his work is top rate and deserves to be rediscovered by a modern audience
As you read Cactus and Rattlers, you may encounter an unfamiliar word or two, such as flivver
(a cheap automobile, usually in bad repair) or piñon (a kind of pine tree with edible nuts that grows in the western U.S.) It’s all part of the period charm of this Western action-tale set in the 1920s.
—John Betancourt
Cabin John, Maryland
CHAPTER 1
At least twice a year, when he came in to Stovepipe Springs to get his mail and flour, Sagebrush answered to the cognomen of George Beam. This was one of the occasions. To his acute consternation, he had discovered that The Springs
was crowded with life and gayety, for there was a strange female stopping at the hotel, and another pilgrim was coming in by stage this same afternoon.
Sagebrush presented a general vista of whiskers, red nose and nondescript garments, bleached by sun and white with alkali dust; yet it was his proud boast that he was the only man between Death Valley and the big bend of the Colorado who kept abreast of the times. Subscribing to several weekly magazines, he came in once every six months to get the accumulated copies. Then he sat down and answered the advertisements, requesting circulars. Thus he had a burro-load of magazines to read for six months, then a burro-load of circulars wherewith to while away the next six months—an involved and vicious circle in which Sagebrush was always trying to catch up with himself. He kept the post office on the map, however.
Now, dog-gone it,
he observed to his three patient burros, as he tied on his grub and magazines and a bundle of postal cards, you and me got to hike out again in order to git our correspondence goin’ in peace! Dad blame this dad-blamed town! What in hell is folks crowding in this country for, anyhow?
Haywire Johnson, assistant postmaster and general utility man about the hotel, showed up in time to answer this query.
Hi, Sagebrush! Aint you stoppin’ over in town? Things is pickin’ up right fast. We got a settler yesterday, and we got a tourist comin’ today.
That’s jest it,
growled Sagebrush. A feller can’t have no peace no more. That makes three women in town now, not countin’ them females over to José Garcia’s shack.
Well, listen!
Haywire laid his hand on the desert rat’s arm. Where’d you get that dust you weighed in over to the store, eh? Let’s you and me go in and talk, Sagebrush. If you aint got no objections to wettin’ down them whiskers with a mite o’ licker, s’pose we go inside and arbitrate.
Sagebrush grunted, hitched his three burros to the rail, and vanished in the hotel.
* * * *
Once Stovepipe Springs had been a boom mining town, but now it was dead and dried out. To west and north lay desert, to the south lay more desert and the Colorado. To the east was the Chuckwalla Range—in it and beyond it rich cattle country with water galore. Here in Stovepipe Springs, and over across the Chuckwallas, men talked different languages, had different customs and were themselves different. No cow-men came over this way unless they were well ahead of the sheriff; and Stovepipe Springs, having its own railroad connections at a distance of twenty miles, was supremely independent of the remainder of the county, and heartily despised all ranchers and cow-men.
Here, besides the hotel, were five inhabited houses and two stores, a bank and a garage. Had it not been for the literary enterprise of Sagebrush Beam, even the post office would have long since been wiped off the map. The town was a point of call for desert rats, and being at present on a detour of the cross-continent automobile highway, had more business than its looks would warrant. Its inhabitants lived only for the day when some one would strike it rich and bring back the boom.
It was three in the afternoon and blazing hot when the exhaust whistle of the autostage announced its arrival. The entire dozen persons of the local constituency gathered to watch. One of these onlookers was a small man in rusty and dilapidated attire. He stood barely five feet six, his face was a grayish mask from which shone two bright and glittery gray eyes, and there was a stoop to his shoulders—but he was not crowded. He was not only the most flourishing, but he was the most respected citizen of all Chuckwalla County.
The stage whooped out a final whistle and came to rest amid a whirl of dust in front of the hotel. The driver flung off a mail-sack, handed off an empty express-box, then swung down and vanished abruptly into the hotel. His solitary passenger, meantime, descended before the assembled gaze of Stovepipe Springs, staring around with unassumed interest. And Stovepipe Springs, after the first gasp, stared back—hard.
* * * *
The pilgrim was apparently a young man, though little could be seen of his features. He wore an enormous pith helmet which shaded his face, tinted yellow goggles which hid his eyes, and from the collar of his khaki coat to the tip of his nose was wound a bright green shawl which draped back over his shoulder. Just then Haywire and Sagebrush came out the side door of the hotel, and Sagebrush halted as though smitten.
My gosh, Haywire!
he exclaimed. What was in that there licker? I never seen nothing like this before—not even from tequila! Is that thing really there?
She is,
said Haywire, with a startled look. Wait—it’s goin’ to talk!
The arrival had unwound the green shawl, to disclose a mouth and chin which were certainly square-cut enough for anyone. He glanced around the circle of staring faces, and his goggles fastened upon the little man in rusty attire. Toward him the newcomer stepped, met the glittery gray eyes, and spoke.
Am I correct in assuming that this is Stovepipe Springs?
he asked.
Yep,
returned the small man curtly.
Excellent! An admirable spot. I am Percival Henry J. Tompkins, a humble member of the American Society of Mammalogists, in search of material for a paper on the fauna of the great American desert.
Mr. Tompkins spoke in a precise, neatly clipped voice. "I seek a temporary domicile